7/14/2023 – rises

A quickly-falling rain
A whistling evening wind
And all earth’s music rises in the dark

7/13/2023 – a haiku

Let us walk a while
Tell each other our best tales
While waves lap the shore

Sands call me
From arid places
Where none walk
And all that lives
Lives in shadow
And all that lived
Lies in quiet
Beneath the hot sand

Whispering

The shadows close around my mind
When I deafen myself
When I deprive my deeper soul
Of music’s gentle touch

Ride the tide with me
Let it take us where it will
Into the unknown

Silent shimmers
In the air
Unseeable
Unhearable
Untouchable

Yet they are there
Bending the universe
And we know them
By their footprints

Sing me an old song
That recalls the dead to life
Long as music plays

The summer sun upon the grass
Is bright and dances in the wind
With none of winter’s cold morass
Its joy still fresh, its truth undimmed

The clouds burst
And the sun beckons
And the rain smells sweet in the air

Do not point to sand
And imagine there a line
I do not see it